A/N: So this ficcie started as a poem, based on an assignment my friend had in her English class (a normal day undermined by chaos), but the more I wrote, the more it seemed to me that this would work better as a narrative. So I redid it and this is what came out. My first attempt at a chaptered fic, and my first try at a longer Watchmen piece.
I guess a warning should be said that this is going to be a slash story between Daniel and Rorschach (though you can probably tell as it is implied in this first chapter).
Daniel's thoughts are in italics.
DISCLAIMER- I own nothing except the idea for this story, and the words that I write.
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Dan was not quite sure what normal was anymore. He tried to have a normal routine, lead life like a normal person; but his old masked days kept trying to take him back.
There was always one nagging reason, one regret that Dan had for leading a normal life, a reason that he kept trying to ignore. But it's hard to ignore something when it keeps breaking into your house and eating your food.
Rorschach, always Rorschach. His former partner and (former?) best friend. Dan wanted to be angry with him for the intrusions into his house, tried to tell him to stop. But he welcomed Rorschach's visits, maybe even needed them. And Dan was afraid of what that meant.
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Dan was out to buy groceries when he saw a familiar form slink into the darkness of an alley. He knew it was probably a mistake to follow, but he couldn't help himself; Dan never could when it came to Rorschach.
He tried to stay far enough behind that Rorschach wouldn't notice him following, though Dan suspected he'd noticed the moment he'd entered the alley. He tried to keep a safe distance though, just in case; he didn't know how Rorschach would react if (when) he caught Dan following him through the inner depths of the city.
Eventually Rorschach stopped when he came to a group of people. Dan hid behind a corner but peeked around to see what the other man was up to.
A gang. His stomach tied itself in knots; they had reached a dead end.
Dan didn't hear all that was said, save a few choice words (that he would rather not repeat), before the fighting started. There were so many of them, but Rorschach was giving them a run for their money. Until Dan heard a gasp, and a thud…and then the most sickening and terrifying laughter he'd ever heard.
Dan looked again, and he could barely keep himself from screaming. On the ground was Rorschach, a bloody mess, the remaining members of the gang circling him and laughing. This is a nightmare, isn't it? Something like this could never happen to Rorschach, could it?
Dan was shocked, he was sickened, but he didn't know what to do. He couldn't fight; he'd just end up on the ground next to his (no, no, don't think of him as anything more) friend. But then he heard it.
It was a whisper, a whimper. So soft it was barely audible over the gang. But Dan heard it, that single word, as it went right to his core and shook him from the inside.
"Daniel…"
And then, Dan snapped.
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A/N: I know it's short but that's usually my style of writing... Also, a work in progress so I don't know when I can update, but I will try to update ASAP. Please read and review to tell me what you think!